Spark

Chapter 3: Apartment Hunting

I wake up with a smile. Last night was hands down the best night of my life. Even better than when I went to Disney World. He was so caring, gentle. He said he loved me, but I was skeptical because he didn't call. Maybe I should call him? I shake my head; no, I don't want to sound desperate.

There was a knock on my door and the door opened. I was excited to see if it was Eric, but it was just my mother. "Good, you're awake." She had her laptop in her hands. "I found some apartments for you to look at. Now your father and I can't help you, but Uncle Eric is here to help you." I didn't want to seem eager. "He's here now?" My mother nods. "I'll write down the addresses to theses apartments and you can go with him. He says he'll wait for you while you get ready." I nod.

I decided to wear a sundress that had daisies on it. It was just above the knees and flip flops. I wait until I see my mother has backed out of the driveway and I went to go downstairs. But as I did I felt arms wrap around me from behind and a nibble on my ear that caused shivers down my spine. "I was going to call, but I needed to see you. I've missed you." I turn and looked at him. My breath must smell awful. "Let me go and---"

He didn't care. He kissed me and I swear it was better than the first. He pulls away and I blush. "You could've let me brush my teeth first." He smiles. "Do you really think I care? I mean when we're married we'll be sleeping in the same bed so we'll smell each other's breath." I gasp. "You want to marry me?" "I need you, my love. Yes, I plan to marry you. I also plan on having a child with you, and a Alaskan Husky." He adds with a smile. I giggled. "That's a very specific breed of dog." He shrugs. "I think they're pretty." I smile. "I'm going to take a shower." "Let me bathe you." "Okay."

That was a little too eager, but I don't care I want his touch. He already smelled amazing. I memorized his sent: Polo Black from Ralph Lauren. I take the camisole top and shorts I had worn to bed while he turned the shower to the right temperature. He take his shirt off. "We will shower together but I already got one, I'm just taking it off so I don't get my shirt wet." His muscles in that black Lacoste polo was turning me on, but seeing him shirtless was making me more eager.

I stepped into the shower and I shiver as he gently tilts my head back and massages my hair with shampoo. The way his strong hands are working into a lather. "Feels good?" He asks and all I could do was shutter. He chuckles, "I'll take that as a yes."

Once he finds that my hair was completely washed he moved on to other parts of my body. The way he worked the sponge all over my body I wanted to say to hell with apartment hunting and just crawl into bed. I moan when he worked his way to my sensitive vagina. "That's my girl." He rubs a little harder. He wants me to come. It didn't take long as Eric held me as I was about to fall from shaking so much. "I think you're done."

I got out and went to brush my teeth. Eric smiles at me. "I'm going to tell you this until I take my last breath. I love you, Sofia Martine." I walk over and I kiss him. "I love you, too, Eric Patrick." "Let's get you dressed. I found some better places than what your mother found."

I was eager to know. So, I quickly got dressed and put a little gloss on my lips. I slide my feet into yellow flip flops and grabbed my purse and put my wallet, keys and phone inside.

I see Eric smile at me and he wraps his arm around me. "You're so beautiful." I smile. "Let's go I want to see this place you're talking about."

We get into his car (he opened the door, put my seatbelt on for me and then shut the door). We drive off and he drove with one hand on the wheel and he held my hand with the other. "So, where is this place?" "It's about a fifteen minutes drive from your work and twenty minutes from mine and your parents's house. I helped design it." Eric is an architect and he designed his house.

We eventually pull into the parking lot of a very modern skyscraper type building. There was a security guard. He was a young African American man. "Hello, Mr. Anderson." "Marcus, showing an apartment." "Okay." He let's us through and Eric parks in a spot that had been reserved for apartment number 305 parked in between a BMW and a Mercedes. "If you agree this will be your parking spot. Each tenant will have their own spot to park in."

We walk up to the doors where he types in a code. "Everyone has their own customized pin to get in. The buzzer for guests for by each apartment number. Your code, the one I just typed in is my birthday." I smile. "How do you know I'll move here?" "Because I'll be two doors down from you." My jaw drops. "You're moving here, too?" He nods. "And my passcode is your birthday. I want each other to always have each other on the brain." I kiss his cheek and we head inside.

I gasped it was already decorated. The walls were painted an off white color with a grey tint. On the wall was a white framed mirror. There was a grey sofa and chair that had pink and grey decorative pillows. There was a white coffee table with a small vase with fake pink flowers and a pink candle. There was a white stand next to the sofa with a small lamp. There were nice decorations hanging on the walls.

I felt Eric come behind me and kiss the back of my head. "There's more if you want to see it." I turn. "Yes, please." He takes my hand and shows me to the kitchen. It was beautiful. It had white cabinets with a white breakfast nook and a dark grey backsplash. There was dark grey stainless steel appliances. "It's perfect." "There's more." I giggled. "I assumed that there was."

He takes me to the bathroom. It had double sinks with a wide mirror and there was pastel pink and white towels. In the corner there was a claw foot bathtub with a stand that already had some skin care products and bubble bath. In the corner was a fluffy pink robe. "I love it." "There's one more room."

I knew what he was talking about as we walked past a hall closet and straight back. I could live in this bedroom forever. There was a white chandelier a pink bench at the end of a huge bed with with pink and white bedding. I run my hand over the shaggy style white comforter. There was tulle hanging elegantly on the sides of the bed. In the corner was a lamp that had a pink shaggy lampshade. The dressers were white and there was pink and white framed wall art on the white walls.

I wrap my arms around Eric's waist. "You sold me." He smiles. "I figured I would. The only thing you have to do is move in stuff like clothes and other little things." He looks at me with lust in his eyes. "I would take you right now, but there is something you have to do." I sigh. "Break up with Austin." He taps my nose. "Bingo."

He kisses me and drops me off at my house. I promise to call him when I done the deed. I text Austin who I know is off today and ask to meet at the little park not far from my house. I see him waiting for me. "I was actually going to text you eventually, too." He says as a greeting. "What's up?" I ask. "Do you really think we're working as a couple?" I sigh with relief. "Oh thank God. I was just about to do the same." "So, we're on the same page?" "Yes! I just think we're better off as friends." "Agreed. See you at the twins's birthday?" I nod. "Yep." And just like that we parted ways.

That night I told my parents and I that me and Austin mutually broke up. "That's good," my mother says. "Everytime you two would try and act all lovey dovey you looked awkward and uncomfortable. You guys are remaining friends though, right?" I nod. "We'll see each other at Zoe and Chloe's birthday party." "Good." My father says. "You need to focus on your career before you think about marriage." He stands up. He was clearing his plate when he asks. "Did you like the apartment Uncle Eric showed you?" I gasped. "You knew about it?" "We both did." My mother says taking a sip of her wine. "Who do you think helped design the interior?" I smile. "Thanks, I can't wait to move in. I'm going to prepare, excuse me."

I ran upstairs and I called Eric. "Good," he says when I told him what happened. "Now, you're all mine." I smile. "I'm going to prepare to pack." I tell him. "My stuff is already over there I'm just waiting for you." "I'll come tomorrow with my mom." "Be prepared, I have something for you." "What is it?" "You know the definition of a surprise is when you don't tell what you have planned." "Okay, smart ass." We laugh. "I'll let you finish packing. I love you." "I love you." I hang up the phone and I finish packing.